"How cruel of you, Jack! It is my very
latest hobby."
It was part of her attraction that she was never without a
craze. Each new one was as fleeting as the last, but to each
she brought the same delightfully insincere enthusiasm, the
same picturesque devotion. Each was a pose, but she posed so
sweetly that nobody lost patience.
"You mustn't laugh!" she protested, letting the kitten slip to
the ground. "I've had lessons at five guineas each from the
most fascinating person--a professional; and I'm becoming
quite an adept. Of course I haven't been much beyond the
milky appearance yet, but the milky appearance is everything,
you know; the rest will come. I am trying to persuade Blanche
to let me have a pavilion at her party in March, and gaze for
all you dull political people." Again she smiled.
Chilcote smiled as well. "How is it done?" he asked,
momentarily amused.
"Oh, the doing is quite delicious. You sit at a table with
the ball in front of you; then you take the subject's hands,
spread them out on the table, and stroke them very softly
while you gaze into the crystal; that gets up the sympathy,
you know.
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